Dunkirk is well known to the British for very good reason. Less well known to us, but not to the Dunkerqueois, is the story of Jean Bart, the foremost French corsair.
When this part of coastal northern France belonged to the Spanish Netherlands, Jean Bart was born into a seafaring family. Aged 12, he joined the Dutch Navy, to fight the British, who were occupying Dunkirk.
He learned his trade with the Dutch and learned it well. But soon enough Dunkirk was French, & the 1672 war between France & the Netherlands began, so he fought for the French. Denied a commission as they were then restricted to the nobility, he became a privateer.
In the Nine Years War, most easily understood as France against all comers, he distinguished himself.
1st, captured by the English, he was imprisoned at Plymouth. He & a small band of comrades not only escaped; they rowed to Brittany in a stolen rowing boat.
2ndly, he showed the reach of the French navy in a way cynics might think designed to put the wind up us. Breaking the Dunkirk blockade, he sailed to Scotland, burning villages before popping home again. If he could get there, coastal Brits must have thought, he can get anywhere.
3rdly, he was a terror to the Dutch. With a small fleet of six vessels, he again smashed through a blockade, captured 130 ships loaded with wheat, and returned them to famine-struck France, where the starving people of Paris cried out in the streets at the news of his success.
Louis IV realised his merits, made him a Commodore and raised him to the nobility. He went on to become an Admiral.
The Peace of Ryswick put paid to his active service – visions of a buccaneering Admiral morosely scuffing the turf with his hands in his pockets, muttering Bedknobs and Broomsticks style “we ain’t gonna have no fun no more” are plainly impertinent.
Sadly he died young, in 1702, aged 51. He is, of course, buried in Dunkirk.
Over the years, fully thirty ships of the French Navy have been proud to bear the name Jean Bart.
Strange he's so unknown by us Brits. Heaven forbid it’s as he always came out on top! Think of him next time you're in Dunkirk’s Place Jean-Bart, listening to the belfry play the Jean Bart tune, eating the chocolate, coffee cream & almond biscuits known as “doigts de Jean Bart”.
The siege of Malta had many heroes. The island was awarded a collective George Cross by George VI for its courageous resistance. Today (hat tip @fredbarboo), the story of one of those heroes: George Beurling, the Falcon of Malta.
Though he had plenty of flying hours when war was declared & had passed commercial pilot exams, the air force of his native Canada required academic qualifications he lacked, so the determined Beurling took the hazardous sea journey to the UK to join the RAF.
His trainer paid tribute to Buerling’s skills as a pilot, and the fact that he was a great shot. Importantly for our purposes, he was also brave as hell.
A Göring is our subject today. Not Hermann the Nazi Göring. Albert the anti-Nazi Göring, his younger brother.
The Görings were a well established family, but lacked cash. They lived in a couple of fine properties with Albert & Hermann’s godfather, who was, as it happens, of Jewish descent.
Said godfather had an affair with their mother, before Albert was born, & Albert may or may not have been his son.
(Albert’s daughter says he believed it. The dates don’t work given time spent in different countries by the parties concerned… Perhaps he just devoutly wished it.)
This is the 35th instalment of #deanehistory. After yesterdays bunkerbuster of an instalment, this one is a little shorter.
With a grateful hat tip to @CaptnCrash, this is the story of The White Mouse – Nancy Wake.
Kiwi-born & Australia-bred, Wake was a free spirit from the word go. When she was 16 she ran away from home in Sydney to work as a nurse, then went to London to train as a journalist. She worked as a foreign correspondent in Paris & Vienna, seeing the rise of the Nazis firsthand.
When the war broke out, she was living in Marseille. She was an ambulance driver until France fell, when she joined the Resistance. Her work was known to the Gestapo but her skilfulness is avoiding them was 2nd to none– they christened this mysterious operative “The White Mouse.”
Admiral Maximilian von Spee was a good sailor who died in the 1st World War during the destruction of the East Asia Fleet he commanded , along with both of his sons & circa 2,000 other Germans, at the Battle of the Falkland Islands.
Before that fateful battle took place, and indeed even before the Battle of Coronel prior to it, in which he gave us a pasting, Spee did something interesting.
He feared – rightly – that the time would come when he would be outnumbered and outgunned by a combined Allied fleet.
At that point, his battleships would either prevail or they wouldn’t. The presence of the ancillary ships would make little difference to the outcome of the battle, and might well entail their destruction.
As this is picking up entries, one additional "rule" - if you guess a number that's already been taken I'll invite you to go one higher or lower so everyone, we hope, has a unique number...
Knowing you lot, I realise I need a new rule.
If, at the time that the competition is decided, the winner's twitter account is suspended and he or she cannot be contacted, the next closest guess wins.